Hey Guys! It's Monday night, which means it's time for Chapter 13 part 2. I have been waiting for a week and a half to give you guys this chapter and it's been killing me, because you find out so much! I can't wait to hear what you thought.
MDexter2010 – I'm glad you liked the chapter! Yes Edward working at the diner was a shock wasn't it? But the B and Micah kiss was definitely the biggest shock of the chapter. You'll find out more this chapter I promise. I'm glad you liked the hash tags and I can tell you now, you will know all about Floral Shore by the end of the chapter. Time will tell how this all fits with Rick's dad and Jason. Yes T.E. is terrifying, there's more to come for sure! Enjoy!
Rosie M – Interesting theory that Edward is there to keep an eye on the boys. Time will tell if that's true. Yes, I realized I had never explained where B took Andy. I had a reason for that, but since then changed my mind so was able to give you that explanation. We may get to Raven's Beak at some point, we'll see.
Tristan C – We'll see if the account is T.E's this chapter, it might be it might not be, you'll have to read on to find out. Yes T.E. is on top of everything aren't they? Seems like they have eyes everywhere!
Love Hurts.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (Part 2) – A lot you don't know.
It was a known fact that Micah had, had a crush on B for pretty much their whole lives. The pair had grown up together and Micah had almost always made his affections obvious to B, but not wanting to ruin the friendship, B had declined anything of the sort to happen. But now? Why now?
"As a famous chick once said, close your mouths you two, we're not codfish!" B snapped and the pair immediately did.
As they left the apartment all Andy could think was B and Micah? What the?
"*"
Babylon was its usual blissfulness Andy noted as they walked in and he gave his shawl to the bag-check guy. The only odd occurrence was that there didn't seem to be any type of music playing, which was very, very odd for the club since it was always deafly blaring.
"Hey Mitch," Micah smiled. "Two beers for me and my lovely and…what'll you two have?"
Andy needed a moment to calm down from the me and my lovely part of that order and thank goodness Jay had spoken up.
"White wine," he said simply.
When Andy still didn't reply, Jay did for him.
"Midori on the rocks with lemonade for my lovely!" he beamed, but Andy wasn't enjoying the copy-cat routine at all.
There was something about this pairing that had him dizzy, nauseous and…totally confused.
Micah and B? Micah…and B?! What the hell?
Knowing there was no way he'd enjoy whatever entertainment was about to come their way and also noticing the make-shift stage, that was only used for when performances had been brought in, Andy turned to his Papa.
"Why don't you two get us a good spot and…" he tried very hard not to vomit as he said the next part. "Your lovely and I will bring over the drinks?"
Micah nodded, needing no convincing and took off smiling with Jay towards the front row of the stage.
"That's nice of you," B said.
But as Andy saw their counterparts take a seat, he rounded on B.
"Ya-ha!" he retorted. "So what the hell is going on with you two?"
"Whoa Raggedy-Andy!" B replied, using the affectionate nickname he always had for the kid.
"No, Raggedy-Andy isn't whoa-ing anything!" he replied. "Since when are you Micah's lovely? Urgh! Since when are you anyone's lovely?"
B laughed heartily. But then stopped noticing Andy wasn't doing the same.
"Since the whole warehouse thing," he said simply. "I told you, things have changed since I did my community service. I'm not a bitch anymore Andy. Ask anyone, I've…changed."
"Ya-ha!" Andy repeated again. "The all mighty B realized the best thing he could ever have was in front of his nose the whole time did he?"
"Well yeah," B said truthfully. "It took me forever to realize it and by the time I did…"
He paused, accepting the drinks from Mitch before turning back to Andy.
"…your Dad, rest his soul, had come along."
He paid the man and picked up the beers, allowing Andy to get the wine and Midori.
"And now?" Andy asked. "I thought you were infatuated with Jay!"
"Inf-" B started looking highly offended before taking a breath, noticing how serious Andy was being.
"A," he said calmly. "When have you ever known me to be infatuated with Jay? I liked him sure, but I always knew he would end up with you."
"But that still doesn't prove-!" Andy started but B stopped him abruptly.
"A, you want proof that I love your Papa," he said. "Think about it, why else did nothing ever happen to him at the warehouse."
This hit Andy like a ton of bricks and as B walked away he couldn't help but think back to those times, realizing that B was right! Nothing physically bad had ever happened to Micah at all. Had B made some sort of a bargain with Linds to keep Micah alive?
"Wait," Andy started, grabbing B by the elbow, which stopped him and he turned around. "If that's true, and admittedly it makes sense, why did you throw your lovely from up there?"
Andy pointed to the top-tier section which he'd made a point to avoid since coming back here.
"Andy," B sighed walking back to the bar and putting the drinks down to talk to him. "Did anyone ever really explain what happened that night to you?"
"Yeah," Andy replied. "Like Linds said she made you do it to get to me."
He recalled hearing the detailed mixed-up web of lengths Linds had gone to when she was the leader of team-evil. Micah's fate had only occurred because she wanted to hit him where it hurt most, his heart.
"That's Linds' story," B replied. "But the thing is, not everything she said is actually correct."
He made to move back over to the others, but now Andy yanked at his elbow with such force that B almost fell over.
"What?" he cried. "What do you mean not everything is correct? What did she lie about?"
"Let's not do this here Andy," B said. "Maybe we should meet up at-"
"Where?" Andy demanded. "When? When you've had enough time to work out which story is most convenient for you? What the hell actually happened B?"
"Look," B started softly. "There's a lot you still don't know and I need to tell you all of it but…"
He bent down to whisper into Andy's ear.
"We're not safe to talk here," he said.
With that he grabbed the beer bottles and hastily rushed back to Micah and Jay as the house lights went down. Stage lights came up and familiar music filled the room.
"When the sun shine's it's?" Carmita had started singing as though a question to the crowd.
"Hot, Hot, Hot!" They all cheered back.
"And when the moon's up it's?"
"Not, Not, Not!" The crowd cheered again.
Clearly they loved the Latina and admittedly Andy did too, but now Carmita was the furthest thing from his mind as it raced through what B was trying to tell him.
It wasn't safe here.
Was that code for T.E? Did B even know T.E? And even more importantly then that stalking bitch, what had Linds lied about that day in the throne room?
"*"
"Gracias!" Carmita cried out to the Babylon crowd. "Muchos, Muchos Gracias!"
She had finished not only her last song, but came back for an encore and then with the crowd screaming out something about one more it seemed she couldn't resist and had done another encore. But now she was finishing off taking photos and signing autographs. Her fan base had definitely increased, according to Jay, who had advised that the difference between this crowd and the moonlight freeze was incomparable.
"Si, Gracious chika!" Carmita had yelled out to some lesbian who had yelled out about her affections towards her. "Ok everyone, you're all so lovely, gracias! I have to go now, but remember: gay, bi, transgender, straight or…whatever. You're all fabulous! And don't let anyone tell you otherwise! Adios!"
The crowd roared in delight and appreciation of her support and Carmita made her way back stage.
"Oh yeah, the passes!" Micah cried grabbing some lanyards out of his pocket and passing one to B, Andy and Jay, to scrutinizingly jealous eyes.
"You know her?" A twenty something guy behind Andy asked him.
"Yeah, I knew her before she realized how hot the sun was!" Andy beamed.
"Ooooh!" The boy replied. "Is she as nice in person as she is on the stage?"
"Better!" Andy replied. "Full of energy and pretty much always happy too!"
"Can you give her this for me?" the boy asked shaking, handing Andy an envelope with Carmita's name on it. "I couldn't get to her before she left."
"Of course," Andy replied. "What's your name?"
"Dale!" the boy squeaked delighted that he would hand over the letter. "Ok Dale, I'll give it to her in person. Oh! Why don't I take a picture of you and maybe she can sign it?"
"Really?" the boy asked, hardly daring to believe his luck.
Not too much later the four made their way to Carmita, all of them having been roped into giving her things. Micah was walking in with 2 bunches of roses. B had 5 fan-mail envelopes. Jay had this weird doll that obviously someone thought looked like Carmita, but in all honesty looked nothing like her and Andy had the letter from Dale and the picture he'd take with his phone.
"Carmita!" Andy beamed walking into her dressing room "You were amazing!"
"Oh Andy!" Carmita squealed. "I'm so happy you made it! Cute one who likes my shoes, d'you like these?"
She was teasing Jay comically. The first time the two of them had met, Jay had sputtered and stuttered all through the first two minutes before Carmita realized he was in awe of the shoes she was wearing.
"Hot!" Jay smiled, hugging her.
"You can borrow them if you like," she smiled in return, now hugging Micah and B in turn.
"Hello, Hello!" a very familiar voice sing-songed from out of nowhere. "Ms Deleon are these people bothering you?"
They all laughed at the joke as they turned to Emmett and said hi.
"Doesn't she look fabulous!" he sung out, "My creation of course! Need a touch-up love?"
"You?" Micah laughed. "You're-?"
"I'm Miss Deleon's make-up artist!" Emmett smiled.
"I'm fine Emmett," Carmita smiled, taking the roses from Micah.
"But ah, Rein sweat-heart?" she called out.
From out of nowhere, the skinny, long brown-haired girl, walked out into the room and smiled at the men in kind.
"Yes Ms Deleon?" she asked. "Hey guys!"
"Hey Rein!" Andy replied, hugging her.
Carmita instructed Rein to get 2 vases for her new flowers.
"Mmmm," she sighed having sniffed them. "Was so smart of Zandra to put a Q&A on my website. I basically told everyone I love Roses and wah-lah. Gotten at least 1 bunch per show."
"It's true," Rein replied taking the flowers. "Her guest room looks like a rose-shrine!"
"Hey missy," Carmita replied. "Roses, yeah?"
Rein bustled off to put them in water.
"So, Emmett and Rein?" Andy smiled. "What thought you'd pick up some of my friends huh?"
"Whaaaat?" Carmita replied in a mock high-pitched voice. "I needed the help and they were available."
"Rein's not," Andy replied. "She works at her school paper."
"Not anymore," the girl replied walking back into the room. "Finally quit that thankless place. Let Mr high and mighty and his precious prince son do whatever they want. Computers or not, without integrity I was done."
She placed the roses into two vases and strategically placed one other side of Carmita's dressing table.
"Besides," she continued. "This job is at least 10 times better!"
Andy pulled Rein aside, which was very easy to do as everyone else seemed to be distracted and whispered to her rather quickly.
"You haven't seen Sam lately have you?" he asked concerned.
Rein looked at Andy and rolled her eyes.
"Mom showed you the picture didn't she?" Rein asked knowing full-well she had.
"Well yeah," Andy replied. "I mean I believe you, I just had to ask. I wouldn't care if you did, it'd just be something to keep an eye on."
"Andy!" Rein whispered harshly. "Linds set him up with me, remember? None of it was real!"
"Oh…yeah," Andy replied. "Good point."
"Where's Zandra?" Jay asked, bringing the attention back to them as Rein darted for the bathroom. "Aren't you two a-?"
But he stopped himself quickly. Who knew if that magazine was telling the truth or filled with lies?
"At home with the flu," she dismissed.
"A what Jay?" Carmita continued as Andy noticed B and Micah grabbing some drinks from a nearby cart.
"I don't know," Jay replied embarrassed. "I read that you two were-"
But Carmita rolled her eyes at him.
"Oh don't tell me you read the New Havener?" She retorted.
"No," Jay replied. "There was just a copy at the doctor's office and of course I saw you on the cover so I-"
But Carmita bustled past him having now put on a silk robe and grabbed herself a glass while pouring some scotch into it.
"That Valerie Toleto thinks she's so good with her Carmita Deleon is so naughty!" she mimicked. "I swear, I'll show her naughty!"
She looked at B glaring and he smiled.
"So," she said, trying hard to change the subject. "Here long?"
"*"
After saying goodbye to all 3, who were now headed to Canada, the 4 men went back to Micah's place. B had accompanied them and Micah had even insisted he stay the night, which had in return seen Andy and Jay glance at each other. He knew Jay would want to discuss this whole B and Micah thing. Especially considering B was his ex.
But how wrong he would turn out to be.
As the pair walked in the door they were all in high-spirits. Micah had delved into this story about his mother, Andy's Aunt Deb, and how she had caught him one time in a very compromising position with B.
"We were experimenting!" he said abashedly. "I was fine, sharp reflexes but B wasn't so quick."
"Oh?" Andy laughed. "What happened?"
"Well mom asked us what we were doing and I told her we were studying, and she said 'what anatomy?' Turned out his fly was still open." Micah laughed.
Everyone joined in the laughter and Jay excused himself to go to the bathroom. It had been such a great night and despite the uncomfortable reveal of his ex and Andy's Papa being together now, everything else went perfectly, especially when Emmett had bustled over Andy with his make-up supplies after Andy had made the mistake of asking if he knew how to do a smoky eye.
Jay finished up and walked to the bedroom wanting a change of clothes, something more comfortable then what he had been wearing at that moment. He unzipped the bag and went to grab his comfies when he noticed an envelope addressed to him.
Oh A, you're so sweet. Jay thought to himself.
He's written me a love letter! I'll just have a peak.
But when Jay opened to envelope he saw two printed photos there, both of Andy and…was that Rick? Indeed it was. The pictures clear as day, showed Andy and Rick talking together at the jail. Instantly Jay was livid!
"What?!" he couldn't help but exclaim out loud.
He grabbed the note that was also inside of the envelope and read it.
Thought you could trust your boyfriend huh? It said. I told you that you were closer to Rick then you thought – T.E.
"*"
Back in New Haven Linds was out shopping at Bodayo-Boutique a store among the long list of stores that ran from the Dètendez-Vouz down towards Andy's house. Mel was at work as Shawner had basically advised that Linds' situation or no she needed to get her ass in the office or kiss her job goodbye. But Linds had told her that she'd be fine and that she'd go out and do some sight-seeing.
Not that she wanted to do that, but she also didn't want Mel to know the surprise she had come up with. Linds had planned a very special evening for the pair at the moonlight-freeze since neither had ever been and Lauren had suggested it.
Linds looked breathtakingly at all the gowns in front of her. She recalled how much Mel loved that green dress of hers and figured she would get Mel her own after 5 gown. But which one to choose?
The lady at the counter seemed to notice the trouble she was having and walked over to her.
"Can I help you?" she asked kindly, thank god Linds had worn something sophisticated to the store.
"Oh yes!" Linds replied. "I'm looking for a gown for my significant other."
"Lovely!" the woman replied. "What's her style?"
"Pin striped pants and a blazer?" Linds retorted.
The lady chuckled kindly.
"I know the type," she said. "Well, what colors do you like on her?"
"Well, she looks good in darker colors," Linds replied. "Blacks, dark reds, that sort of thing,"
She noticed a stunning red gown with a black sash. It was very much a here I am gown though and she didn't know if Mel would appreciate that or not.
"Don't like the red?" The lady asked kindly.
"No, it's not that," Linds said. "It's just, well…my dress is green and it's not like we're going to a Christmas Ball."
"Oh yes, good move," the lady replied and took out a very long dark purple dress with a white floral embroidery at the top.
It was strapless, but Linds didn't mind that at all, Mel had perfect skin and as far as she was concerned she should have shown it off more than she did.
"That is perfect!" Linds sighed joyously.
The lady rushed to the back to see if they had Mel's size. It turned out they did and Linds beamed.
"That's $219.25" the lady smiled, placing the dress into a black zipped dress bag.
"Just on the card," Linds replied taking out her old credit card that she hadn't used since being out of the sanatorium.
But there was something wrong.
"Sorry Madam," the lady said, interrupting Linds who was eyeing off a stunning pair of heels. "Your card's declined."
"Oh, that shouldn't be right," Linds replied. "Try it again."
But the lady had to repeat herself as again it declined.
"That's ok," Linds said not wanting to cause a fuss and noticing Mel's card in her purse handed it to the lady. "Try this one."
It worked and moments later Linds left the store positively beaming.
"*"
The following morning Andy awoke quite early. Jay was not in bed next to him which was quite strange as they always got up together. Ignoring his instincts that this meant anything, Andy made his way to the kitchen preparing to make his morning coffee. As he waited he noticed a note pinned to the fridge.
Andy- Gone to the store, will be back at 11.
-Micah.
There was no sign of Jay, but Andy had recalled him saying something about visiting his mother while he was here and so maybe he was doing that now.
Andy glanced at the time and noticed in shock that it was already 10:30. Grabbing out one of the paper cups that Micah thankfully had on hand, Andy poured in the coffee, added the milk and sugar and placed the lid onto it, before racing to get ready. With Jay not here, Andy had to assume he was not coming to the grave yard. But maybe he'd planned it that way, wanting to give Andy some alone time with his dad.
Not much later, Micah arrived dressed nicely in a suit like his son and he handed the boy some white roses.
"For…you know," Micah said simply.
"Thanks Papa," Andy replied.
It didn't take them long to get there and when they arrived at the gravestone they saw the image of a book carved out of stone that sat on top of it. It was beautiful, it was right, it was…Ben. Inside the book were quotes from a novel that Ben always spoke about.
"Sometimes we live and sometimes we grow, but often times we simply exist. Life is but a metaphor waiting to show us the way to our eternal end. We live, we breathe, we smile, we cry, we hug, we punch, we sigh, we die."
On the right hand page was words about his dad.
"Ben was a strong man, a kind man, a loving man, a man that will be missed by all. When you come here, remember Ben for who he was, celebrate him for who he was and above all else, always continue to learn and grow."
It was perfect.
"Papa, did you come up with this?" Andy asked shaking as tears threatened to fall.
"Your dad was a special man," Micah replied. "H-he-he d-d-deserved the b-best."
The threatened tears now fell and Andy hugged his Papa. He knew that despite him finally getting together with B, that there would always be a vacant place in his heart that could never be filled, always on reserve for his dad.
"Hi Dad," Andy said weakly.
Micah advised he was going to see his grandmother's stone which was also here and to call when he was done.
"It's been tough without you, but I'm sure you know that," he chuckled slightly. "Life's changed that's for sure. Papa's with B, which I don't know if you gave your blessing for, but if you did, come visit me because I need to know why."
He smiled briefly, before becoming more serious.
"It's so hard without you here. I…I'm…" he looked around and noticing no one nearby continued. "I'm getting these stupid texts from some idiot named T.E. and if you were here I know you'd move heaven and earth to find this person and bring them down. I can't tell Papa obviously, I think he'd lose it after everything he went through. But if you were here I know you'd tell me what to do."
He wiped away a tear that escaped his eye.
"But you're not here. You're gone. I ah, I hope your happy, wherever you are. Is Budda as awesome as you thought he be? Does he let you enjoy possessions in the after-life?"
It wasn't well known, though he had confessed to Andy, that he was a Buddhist. He hardly practiced by the time he'd died, but it certainly explained the calm/zen nature that he almost always seemed to have adopted.
"Anyway, I better let you go. I'm sure you're partying with Mum and Dad up there. Say hi for me, tell them I love them. I will never forget them either, nor you. I l-l-l-love you d-d-dad."
That was all Andy could say as he slowly put the bunch of white roses against Ben's gravestone and slowly walked away.
"*"
It hadn't taken long to find Micah who was waiting for him by the car. He'd enquired as to how it had been for Andy who had told him it had helped to 'talk' to him.
But now Andy needed to completely shift gears. Micah had asked Andy what he was up to today and Andy, being quick on his feet, invented a half-lie telling him he was meeting a client at the Floral Shore Resort.
Micah hadn't questioned that other than to tell Andy for the umpteenth time not to work too hard which Andy appreciated.
They arrived not too much later.
"Good luck with your client," Micah smiled up at his son. "I'll come and get you if you're done after 6. If it's before then I'll be at work."
Andy smiled in more appreciation and kissed his Papa before getting out of the car. As Micah left Andy couldn't help his jaw that dropped at the size of this place. It was huge! An orange and white stone-bricked wall with a gorgeous arched entry way stood in front of him. On a brown plaque above the archway, bore the words in gold lettering.
Floral Shore Resort.
"*"
Jay got out of the cab and walked up the stone steps to familiar territory. The old Pittsburg library was still the same as normal. A decent size, though not as big as New Haven's the place had character. It was built several decades ago and now almost seemed a little dilapidated, but Jay felt that this only added to its charm.
The information T.E. had supplied him with last night sat securely in his coat pocket weighing rather heavily on his mind.
Last night had been the first night that Andy had fallen asleep before him. Truth be known Jay had managed about 20 minutes worth in total which saw him have a nightmare involving Andy leaving him for Rick, while Rick sniggered: Should've taken me when you had the chance. Arm in arm the pair had walked away laughing, leaving Jay feeling very much alone.
Jay pushed open the old creaking double doors and boldly walked inside.
"Wait!" A lady at the desk said quickly. "Let me guess…it'll come to me…Jay, right? Jay Taylor?"
Jay smiled.
It had been the same woman he used to see when he frequented the library to study.
"Joan!" he smiled. "Good to see you."
"And you dear!" she said. "It's been so long!"
Discussion didn't last much longer, Jay simply asked if he could use one of the computers and Joan had booked him in. Unlike in New Haven, with Pittsburg library being nowhere near as popular, there was no time-limit and so Jay could have as long as he needed, provided he handed over some ID and could get it back when he had finished.
He boldly walked over to what Pittsburg called, the computer room and located computer 9, which was the one that the librarian had told him he was booked to. There was only one other person in the room. A very young woman, probably 20/21 with long black crimped hair and some very well-done make up that would have made Emmett beam.
"Silently she whispered to her lover," the woman was saying softly, reading out loud enough however for Jay to hear. "Come hither and let mine be thine."
Jay smiled to himself, pleased to see her enjoying herself and sat down unlocking the device. Immediately he typed in Rick Stappord and Andy Thompson into the search engine. Nothing came up about Andy, but there were some new articles about Rick. One that definitely got his attention.
Clicking on it he read out loud.
Rick Stappord, convicted for the crime of torture last year and sentenced to prison for 5 years with parole in 2, looks like he is now up for early release.
"What?" the woman behind him had said with perfect timing.
He whirled around, but noticing her still looking at her own PC, continued.
There is no record on who is defending him, but the jail has reported that he will give testimony within the next few weeks.
"What?!" the woman said again and this time Jay whirled around fast enough to notice she was looking at him.
"Oh…ah…sorry," she said quickly and made to turn back around but Jay stopped her.
"No, its fine," he said excitedly. "Did you know Rick?"
"I know of him," the woman replied. "He's that guy that tortured people in the warehouse isn't he?"
Jay shouldn't have been shocked that this stranger knew, after all it was public knowledge. But something about hearing this woman say it intrigued him.
"Yeah he-" Jay started, but the woman stopped him.
"Oh my god, you're Jay Taylor!" she blurted out.
"Um, yeah," Jay replied now feeling quite awkward.
"I'm Maya," the woman replied walking over to him and taking the seat next to him. "What are you doing in Pittsburg? I thought the paper said you lived in New Haven?"
"I do," Jay answered. "I'm here on holiday to visit some friends."
Maya seemed to accept that and looked past Jay at the PC.
"So they're releasing the a-hole?" she asked her eyes narrowed.
"It seems that way," Jay replied. "Apparently he's up for parole quite soon."
"Jeez!" Maya said. "I know people get early release for all sorts of reasons, but this guy pretty much killed someone didn't he?"
"Yeah, he's one of the people responsible for my boyfriend's father's death."
"Right!" Maya acknowledged. "Ben, Andy's dad. Is Andy here too?"
"Yeah, we both came down," Jay replied.
Not too much later the pair had both exited the library and made their way down to a café to talk. Maya seemed like a really nice person and Jay was only too happy to talk to her. He needed to tell someone about the whole Andy/Rick issue and who better then a perfect stranger?
"If you ask me," she began. "People often keep secrets for two reasons. One, they don't want the other person to know and two, they're afraid of what it will do if they find out. Maybe he thought it would be best not to tell you."
"No!" Jay replied. "That's just it, we tell each other everything! At least, that's what I thought."
"Well Jay," Maya answered getting up from her chair. "You need to work out what is best for Jay and not what is best for Andy and Jay. I have to get going, sorry, I have an appointment."
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a card.
"My detes are on here, call me if you ever need another ear," she smiled.
"*"
Andy took a seat on one of the nice plush green couches and placed his latte down in front of him. He needed to do a few things while he was here and with the receptionist out for the next ten minutes, according to the sign, Andy took out his cell phone and located the number for Kenneth Stappord.
As the phone rang, Andy couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to talk to the man.
Would he be angry? Would he be kind? Would he react nonchalantly?
As he heard a response on the other end, Andy adopted a business-like tone.
"Yes hello, this is Attorney Thompson, I need to speak with Dr Stappord right away please," he said quite professionally.
The receptionist seemed to acknowledge this and put him directly through.
"Dr Stappord," came a man's gruff response.
"Yes, Dr Stappord, this is attorney Thompson. I'm calling in regards to your son."
"What's he done now?" the man asked, bringing back memories of what Andy knew to be his attitude towards Rick.
"Nothing," Andy replied quickly. "I mean, nothing new, he's been in jail for a while though. Didn't you know?"
"Know?" the man replied. "You think I have time to keep up to date with that ingrate delinquent?"
Ok, not the response Andy had been hoping for.
"Ah, no Dr. I'm sure your practice keeps you very busy. It's just that he's up for release and I was thinking that you could give a statement on his behalf."
Andy had rushed this last part, lest the Doctor interrupt him before he could finish.
"No thank you, goodbye," the doctor replied.
"Ah, no," Andy started darkly. "Not goodbye. Dr Stappord, with all due respect this is not something you can just sweep under the carpet. Your son is looking for early release and your testimony could really help him!"
"Listen you attorney watsits!" the doctor blasted. "It may interest you to know that I haven't had contact with my son in a very long time, so anything I say would be completely irrelevant."
"Yes Dr Stappord," Andy replied. "But if you could just-"
"I said No!" the doctor replied and quickly the line dropped dead.
Bitch! Andy thought to himself. No wonder Rick ended up that way.
But as he hung up the phone he noticed a text had arrived. Rolling his eyes Andy read the message that would undoubtedly be from T.E.
It was.
Maybe he doesn't want to help you because he's already in bed with someone else. Like son, like father – T.E.
Despite rolling his eyes earlier, he was now shaking with…something…he didn't know if it was rage, shock or a combination of the two.
There was an attachment and so Andy settled for opening it.
Shining through his phone was a picture taken of Jay, holding a wooden named block with the words Dr Kenneth Stappord PhD LMHC smiling.
So Jay knows Dr Stappord?! Andy fumed thinking to himself.
Before he had a moment to calm himself however, another message had popped up.
Keep your friends close Andy and your boyfriend closer – T.E.
Andy didn't know who he wanted to yell at first Jay or T.E. but he was so mad with them both right now. What the heck was Jay doing with Dr Stappord? If T.E. had known about it and Jay hadn't told him, it must have been pretty bad. But just then his phone rang, it was Lauren.
Instantly Andy recalled why he was there and walked over to the receptionist who had now mercifully returned.
"Excuse me?" Andy politely asked to get the young man's attention.
The man looked up and smiled warmly.
"Hi, I'm Noel Harvy," Andy lied, using the alias he'd come up with. "I was meant to go to a meeting about a week ago, but I missed it. I'm wondering if you can tell me where it took place? Or where I could find the person that ran it?"
The man continued to smile at Andy.
"I can look it up for you," he said helpfully. "Who was the person or what was the meeting's name?"
Instantly Andy felt like an idiot.
Of course the man was going to request these details. What the hell could he tell them. Oh his name is T.E. and it was probably under the name 'let's kill Andy'.
Yeah, that was going to fly.
But he had to say something.
"The only details I had was Floral Shore two weeks ago Monday," Andy replied.
"Ok well there were a few rooms booked for meetings on that day," the man replied. "Was it Pittsburg Book Club?"
"Ah, no," Andy replied.
"Ok let's see, there was also a 'Tammy's tummy tuck hour' I'm guessing that's not it," he said.
Andy shook his head.
"Oh yes!" the man piped up. "We had a new visitor book a meeting, under the name T.E. Does that ring any bells?"
"Yes!" Andy piped up and then quickly calmed himself. "Yes, I think T.E. sounds right."
"Hmmmm yes," the man continued. "They had a meeting that night in office room 7, the group has the room booked out for a short while. Someone could be there now if you'd like for me to take you."
Andy beamed not believing his luck.
"You know what, that would be great," Andy smiled. "Maybe I can catch someone and ask about the next one."
The man grabbed a key and replaced the back in ten minutes sign on the desk. Andy whipped out his phone and hurried a text to Lauren.
Being shown the room now – Andy.
"Nice day isn't it?" the man asked. "You ever been here in Summer?"
"N-No," Andy replied distracted with thoughts of what he could find. "This is my first time here."
The man didn't reply to that so Andy continued.
"Nice place you have here, been around long?" he asked.
"Originally it was built as a safe house, but funding fell through as it usually does. Does a good business though, always seems to be packed."
Andy smiled at that, not knowing what else to say. Eventually they made it to the room and the man unlocked the door.
"Here you are then," he smiled. "Hope you find the person you're looking for."
"Thanks," Andy smiled. "You've been a great help."
With that, the man walked away and not being able to wait any longer Andy boldly pushed open the door.
"*"
That evening Mel arrived home from work a little later than normal. She'd picked up the info on her latest case telling Shawner in no uncertain terms that whilst she still would work that it would have to be mostly from home. He had begrudgingly agreed, but agreed nonetheless. Putting the car into park, Mel took a quick glance at the conditions of Linds' release which she had picked up while there.
It had included: Not leaving the state, Checking in with the Sanatorium's psychiatrist once a week for a month and then fortnightly visits, a phone can be supplied, however, the psychiatrist will need to have full access to it at each session and naturally the good behavior bond.
But it also included silly things like: No drugs, unless prescribed by a physician where a copy of the prescription needs to be provided. No Alcohol, blood tests will be taken at each appointment. No over-nights without custodian present…
It was all nuts, but Mel would follow it to the letter if it meant that Linds was free and able to be with her. As she opened the door, she called out to Linds, but there was no response. However sitting laid out on the couch in the lounge was a note above a dress bag saying: Wear Me.
Mel opened the bag and noticed a gorgeous purple after 5 gown with white flowers embroided at the bodice.
"Oh Linds!" she cried in awe. "It's gorgeous!"
Wasting no time, she went to the bathroom to shower wondering what plans her partner had in store.
About an hour later, Mel stepped out of the car and thanked the driver. Linds had organized a nice and extravagant car service to drive her to whatever she had planned and Mel saw the words Moonlight Freeze painted above tall glass walls in generously gold lettering.
She walked inside the restaurant feeling, very important, very special, very…regal. She walked up to the Maitre D' who couldn't help but ooh and aah at the sight of her.
"Good evening," she said kindly. "Uhm, reservation for…um…."
After all Linds hadn't even told her what she had booked under.
"Peters I presume?" the man asked kindly.
"Yes, that sounds right," Mel acknowledged. "How'd you know?"
"Well my dear, you look as exquisite as she thought you would. This way please."
Mel blushed and followed the man to where her gorgeous partner was waiting and gushed. As beautiful as she may have looked, it was nothing compared to Linds who was standing at a table in the same green dress she had worn at their date at the Sanatorium.
"Mel, you look…amazing!" Linds cooed softly.
The Maitre D' held out a chair for Mel to sit and she obliged. As he walked away Mel chuckled.
"You better take a picture Linds," she said. "'Cause I don't know how many more times I'm going to be wearing this."
Linds smiled, she knew Mel would have some reaction like this, but if she could help it, Mel would be wearing dresses like this at least once a week.
"*"
Andy's jaw dropped and if not for the realization that the door was still open, probably would have remained that way for quite some time. Quickly closing it and hearing the light snap indicating it had closed, Andy looked around.
This place was giving him the creeps. Pictures lined one of the walls of not only himself but many other people he knew. There was a picture of Jay, taken at his party, one of Linds taken at what appeared to be the Dètendez-Vouz and one of Mel and Debbie sitting together seemingly talking. Andy felt frozen, but took several shaking steps towards them and noticed they all had times attached to them. The one of Mel and Debbie said 9:02pm, the one of Linds said 7:03pm. The one of Jay said 4:32am and the one of himself said 10:17am.
It was all very, very strange.
Peering down at a table just in front of these pictures he saw files with names on them. The topmost one had his own name glaring up at him and instantly he opened it.
There, inside the folder were several documents. Some typed, some written in rough hand-writing. Andy grabbed his phone and quickly put it to camera. Then placing the folder down took a shot of the top paper and then shoving it aside took one of the one underneath it and so on and so forth. He then found Lauren's file and did the same for hers.
After putting the files back Andy looked around. This place was a perfect hide-out for T.E. and whoever was coming to their supposed meetings. Black hoodied varieties scattered the eastern wall, from thick parkers to standard hoodies all arranged on hooks. Andy went over to them, looking for any clue, any indication at all that these jackets could give him as to who might be stalking him. But there was no unusual information to be found at all. Every single one was absolutely plain black. Next to the coats and hoodies sat hooks with black scarves on them. Some standard thick black scarves, while others were rather thin and as Andy couldn't help but think, quite cashmere esk.
The western wall had been littered with newspaper articles, some of which were dedicated to Linds' recent hearing. Others relating to the incident that happened at the warehouse and the trial that followed. But there were other articles too. These ones completely unrelated, like the one Jay had mentioned reading about Carmita and another one that appeared to be a tell-all interview with Jay's mom.
Andy snapped a picture of both walls and was about to do the same with the third, when he heard the sound of a key slicing into the lock outside. He darted between 2 filing cabinets, which thank goodness were spaced apart far enough for him to hide and peered outwards to see who was coming in. He was much less scared and certainly much more focused on catching whoever this person was in the act.
However Andy's heart sank as he noticed a janitor stride in, pick up a rubbish bin and walk back out with it.
Urgh! Andy thought to himself frustrated. It's a resort, of course it gets cleaned every so often.
Not too much later, the janitor came back and Andy saw, still from the same hiding spot that he simply placed the bin down and left.
Urging thoughts of regret aside that he hadn't gone through T.E's trash before the man had come, Andy walked very slowly to the door and unlocked it, opening it to peer out at what was happening outside.
Noting that the hall was clear, Andy locked the door from the inside, stepped out and softly pulled it closed behind him, before purposefully storming off in the direction of the entrance.
"*"
Jay thought about the situation some more and the more he thought about it, the angrier he was getting.
How could Andy be keeping Rick a secret from him? Or worse How could Andy be seeing him?
None of it made sense and of course it made sense that Jay would only find this out in Pittsburg, too far away to get to Rick and question the mad man himself.
Jay started pacing Micah's apartment furious! Thank goodness Micah was still at work, there was no way he could act all nice for another night. No way at all! Thank god for Maya who seemed to have calmed him down, but now with her gone…
Jay knew exactly what he needed to do.
Without thinking about it for another second, he took out his cell and texted.
Are you free? We need to talk – Jay.
And before he knew it, the text had been sent and was whizzing it's way to Andy's phone.
"*"
It had taken about 45 minutes, but suddenly Andy noticed the silver Camero making its way towards him. Andy smiled in relief, boldly walking over to the car and getting in. There B was smiling at him.
"Floral Shore huh?" he questioned. "Now what would bring someone such as you, who has soooo much work to do, down here?"
"Can it B," Andy replied shortly. "I'll answer your questions if you answer mine."
"That's fair I guess," B replied, keeping his eyes on the road as the car took a left and the resort disappeared.
"Let's play a round of truth," B continued. "Rules: Game stops when we get to Micah's. Each player asks questions alternating. Agreed?"
"Yes," Andy replied rather quickly. "Since I'm the guest I'll go first. What did Linds lie about?" he asked.
"Many things," B replied. "You'll need to be more specific. What brought you to Floral Shore?"
"Many things," Andy replied adopting the same rule B had. "What actually happened the night Micah fell off the top tier section?"
"I was at the club, knowing that I needed to wait for your Papa," B started. "But he never showed. So I went upstairs and found this young blonde…once that was done, I went to the top tier section and he was there."
B recalled the moment as though it had occurred only yesterday.
"B?" Micah had said. "What're you doing here? I thought you'd be in the sex room."
"Been there done that," B replied. "But from now on keep that bitch of a son of yours at home. We don't need trash like that coming back here."
"What did you say?!" Micah had replied, shocked and raged at the same time.
B turned to Andy and continued.
"She's was right, we fought quite a bit about you. But what she left out was two things. One – I didn't throw him over the edge, because that was never the plan. And two –the person that did…was Sam."
"*"
It had been about half an hour and there still hadn't been any reply from Andy. Jay had gone to Micah's liquor cabinet and opened up a bottle of Riesling pouring himself a glass.
Maybe Andy knew why he wanted to talk and had been avoiding him? Or maybe he's busy his brain offered. Either way it had been one of the most agonizing 30 minutes Jay had experienced in a very long time.
He sighed in exasperation when his phone rang. Jay did not want to have this conversation over the phone and intended on telling Andy exactly that, but the voice that responded to his greeting was not Andy.
"Hey Jay!" came a sweet female voice that was instantly recognizable.
"Maya?" Jay asked. "How are you?"
"Me?" she asked sounding shocked that he'd asked. "I'm fine! Question is how are you?"
Jay didn't need to think about it to know.
"I'm going out of my mind!" he said. "Andy still hasn't replied and I have no idea where he is!"
Jay had texted Maya 5 minutes after texting Andy, he was slightly worried then. But the extra 25 minutes that had passed had moved him past worry, through concern and now onto almost rage.
"Mind if I come up?" came the friendly calm tone on the other end.
"Up?" Jay asked, walking to the window.
He peered down, as Micah's window had a view of the street and indeed saw Maya standing down there on her cell talking to him.
"How'd you find me?" he asked.
His tone wasn't of concern or even fear, but more of surprise and even respect.
"I have my ways," the woman replied and Jay easily felt the smile ring through the phone.
"Sure," he finally answered her. "Apartment 7, I'll buzz you in."
"*"
"Sam?!" Andy demanded incredulously. "But how-?"
"Uh-uh-uh," B replied. "Forgetting the rules, my turn, what made you want to go to Floral Shore?"
Andy wracked his brain for an answer that would work. Screw this game he thought, but at the same time had the sense to know that had he not stuck to the rules B's mouth would close like an activated trap.
"I was trying to cajole a potential witness and figured a nice place like that would actually do the trick," Andy replied.
"Did it work?" B spat.
"Uh-uh," Andy replied. "My turn. Why did Sam push Micah off view point?"
"He was a strange kid," B replied. "He told me Linds had told him to do it, but Linds told me that wasn't true."
"But even she admitted, she had it happen to hurt me!" Andy replied.
"No, she never did. She just said that to look good," B replied.
Suddenly he swerved to the side of the road and parked. Andy assumed very quickly that the game was now over.
"Sam stuffed up, he was never meant to hurt Micah," B said. "Didn't you ever wonder about how dumb that actually was? What if I'd gone to the hospital and told Micah everything? It wasn't smart of her at all, but she continued to tell me that she never ordered Micah to be pushed, lest it blow her cover."
"So did anyone ever find out why he did it?" Andy asked.
"Can't help you there," B replied. "Don't think anyone ever found out. I mean they were all arrested weren't they?"
That much was true, Andy had known it as he was there at the time.
"So what happened to you?" he asked, recalling that he still didn't know much of what B had done after leaving. "That night after you left?"
"First of all, I'm sorry about what I said," B replied referring to the comments he'd made about what he'd do to Jay once they'd gone. "It was uncalled for."
"You've already apologized for that," Andy replied. "But thanks. So what happened?"
"You may not have known this A," B continued. "But Carmita's driver was in on everything from about a month before you guys came down to the warehouse."
This made a whole lot of sense considering he was there to whisk Jay to the warehouse when he was captured and also there to drive him away that day B was taking him to emergency.
"Linds had seen him one morning and struck up a discussion with him. When she found out who he was and more importantly who he was working for…"
But he didn't need to continue connecting those dots.
"She knew she had a valuable alibi and paid him to help her right?" he asked catching up surprisingly quickly.
"Yeah," B conceded. "I never knew his name, but he seemed eager to help. Anyway, it turned out he knew Sam. Linds told me they had been close before he became a driver. It's my thought that they were planning something together."
"What?" Andy replied startled. "But-But…But he was never connected to anything!"
"A lot of things weren't connected," B continued. "Why do you think Linds never admitted that Sam was the one who did it? Why did she not admit to the driver's involvement? Why did she-?"
But he stopped himself.
"Oh is that the time?" he asked, but Andy knew it was a ruse to move on.
"No, it's not, who cares? B, what else happened?" Andy asked.
"A," B started. "As I said at Babylon, there is so much you don't know. So much she kept covered up. She was good at that. None of it makes sense but-"
Andy's cell interrupted the conversation.
It was Jay calling.
Andy hastily hit the ignore button, but the call was enough to snap B out of his thoughts and restart the car, pulling back on to the road.
"B?!" Andy demanded. "But what?"
"Andy," B began. "There's not enough time to tell you anything else at the moment. But whatever you do…don't tell anyone any of this! Not Jay, not Lauren, not Mel…"
"What?" Andy asked concerned. "Why?"
B's eyes remained peeled to the road, but his words still struck Andy just as much as they would have if he was looking directly at him.
"I've been keeping an eye on some people that were involved in the warehouse incident," he said. "Evil and innocent, and all I can say is that so far you're the only one that I trust."
"*"
It hadn't taken much longer for them to get back to Micah's apartment. B dropped Andy off, again instructing Andy to tell no one what he knew. Andy had promised on the proviso that B would tell him more when he could. He hadn't mentioned a word about T.E. so Andy assumed at least he was safe from texts, but what B had told him, had turned everything Andy thought he knew, upside down.
Andy pushed open the apartment door to the sound of a woman's laughter.
"It's true!" his boyfriend was saying through laughter of his own. "And then he pretty much had to hire me as his-"
He stopped, noticing Andy.
"Oh please," Andy replied. "Don't stop on my account. Hi I'm Andy."
He stretched his hand out to the woman, who shook it smiling.
"Maya," she replied. "Well, I'm off. I have some stuff I need to do, but it was so great running into you again Jay."
She walked over to the door and grabbing her coat and scarf, put them on.
"Andy, nice to meet you," she said smiling.
The next thing they both knew, she had excused herself closing the door behind her.
"You, ah, wanted to talk?" Andy asked, filling the silence.
"Yeah, we need to," Jay replied.
Andy placed his stuff down and walked over to his boyfriend automatically leaning in to kiss him, but Jay stepped back.
"Jay?" Andy asked, raising an eyebrow in concern. "What's wrong?"
Jay didn't say anything, wordlessly handing him the photo's T.E. had sent him. Andy looked down at them in horror.
Crap, he thought.
After everything that he had gone through so far today, apparently it was too much to ask for a nice evening with his boyfriend.
"Jay, h-ho-how did you get this?" he stammered.
"How did I get it?!" Jay shrieked in rage. "That's your question Andy!"
Uh-Oh, Andy thought to himself.
Jay had used his full name and that was never good.
"How did you not tell me about this?!" he demanded.
"I-I I, ah…" Andy spluttered.
"Yuh-Yuh-Yuh-Yes?!" Jay demanded.
Andy scowled at the pointless imitation and rounded onto his boyfriend.
"He needed help!" Andy yelled. "What was I supposed to do?"
"Ah, I don't know Andy," Jay began sarcastically. "And considering I'm not a lawyer, maybe I'm too dumb to know. But, for argument's sake, let's try running this up a flag-pole! Say No!"
Jay was clearly upset.
But one of the things Andy hated the most was what happened when his boyfriend got angry. Jay somehow found a way to create anger inside of others ensuring very long pointless arguments in place of what could have been a quick logical discussion.
But right now, Andy didn't care. The anger and rage inside of Jay had copied itself and flown directly into Andy.
"Say No? Say No!?" Andy yelled back. "Yeah, cause that's your answer to everything and everyone isn't it? Oh wait, no, not everyone, you had no trouble not saying 'no' to Rick!"
"And now we're going back there?!" Jay retorted. "Rick and I have been over forever now Andy! This! This is new! How could you do this to me?! To us?!"
"He wants to leave New Haven!" Andy yelled back. "Don't you think it's a good idea to help him do just that?!"
"Oh yeah," Jay snorted. "'Cause that so helped with B!"
It was true. Andy had worked hard to get B's community service switched to Pittsburg so that they wouldn't run into him again. Not that Andy was complaining, after the discussion they'd just had, but admittedly Jay had a point. But this made Andy even madder.
"Oh yeah?" he cried yanking his phone out of his bag and rummaging through it. "Oh yeah?! What's this?!"
He shoved the phone at Jay's face, making sure to hang onto it so that Jay couldn't take it and read T.E's message.
Now it was Jay's turn to stutter in surprise.
"Andy H-How did you get that?" he asked cautiously.
"Ha!" Andy cried triumphantly. "See? Not so comforting when the shoe's on the other foot now is it?"
He locked his phone and placed it onto the coffee table.
"So you're in bed with Kenneth Stappord! How marvelous!" he cried. "And you have to gall to go off at me for helping Rick? What? The son not enough for you, now you have to get with the father?!"
"How dare you!" Jay screeched back. "I am NOT with him! He's my counselor!"
"Oh, I'm so sure!" Andy huffed. "Sexual therapy huh? Thought he could sex you right out of any-"
WHACK!
Andy stumbled back a few steps before he realized what had happened. But after a moment he saw Jay's shaking hand and knew at once that it had happened.
Jay had slapped him.
"Andy…" Jay started softly. "Andy I'm-"
He made to walk towards his boyfriend but Andy took several steps back, before eventually backing into the front door.
"Stay away from me," he hurried.
It took a few moments but finally Andy was able to shake himself at least enough to do what definitely needed to be done. He walked over to his phone and picked it up and then scooped up his bag.
"I'm going back to New Haven," he said simply. "Don't call me Jay. I'll…I'll call you…when…when I'm ready."
Still shocked Andy made his way over to the door.
Jay knowing better than to say a word, stood there silent.
Andy pulled open the door and looked back at Jay.
"You know, your mom brought up that comment Linds made about being kept in the dark over secrets," he said, reaching for the door handle as great amounts of tears welled up in his face.
"She was right."
"*"
Jay fell into the couch and put his head in his hands.
What had he just done?
No matter the circumstances, nothing gave him the right to hit anyone. Let alone his boyfriend. He then thought of Micah, who was overly protective of his son and what he might say, or worse, do when he found out.
Jay smartly moved to the guestroom, packed his suitcase and within 10 minutes had left a note to Micah thanking him for his hospitality, before placing his copy of the key and the note on the coffee table and walking out of the apartment.
He couldn't stay there after what had just happened. Even if Micah was understanding about it all, it wouldn't be right. He also knew that going to his mother's was out of the question as she would likely fawn over him and while he was sleeping unpack his suitcase preparing for his inevitable stay, which would never happen.
There was only once choice and though Jay had dismissed it earlier, now getting out of the cab and walking up the stone steps he knew it was the right one. With sheer hesitation it took a while, but finally Jay reached out his fist and knocked on B's loft door.
"*"
Meanwhile a figure smiled at the receptionist who had welcomed them back. It had been a very long day and all they wanted to do was put their stuff down and get some rest. Down the long hall they walked, appreciating how clean Floral Shore was and smiling at the decision they had made to use this place as their lair.
Taking out the key to office room 7, the figure sliced it into the door and turned it. It loved what it had done to the place. A sea of pictures, clippings and ready to-go coats and scarves for whenever they needed to do some sleuthing out in public. There was, as they had learned, nothing more incognito then a hoodie. But weather had shown that sometimes a hoodie wouldn't suffice and needed to be traded in for a parker, lest they freeze to death.
Continuing to smile, the figure walked over to the rest of the files and gasped in shock! Andy's file had definitely been on top of the pile when they'd left and now…sitting on top was Lauren's!
Someone had been in here while they were out!
Racing to the clippings, the figure ripped them all from the wall and hastily dumped them onto their make-shift desk and then quickly grabbing another folder, took down the photos placing them inside. Back to the desk they darted scooping everything up surprisingly neatly and stuffed it all into the large backpack they were carrying with them.
There was no way they would have room for every jacket and scarf, so the figure, dropping the back pack, hastily grabbed a scarf and put it on, before doing the same with a parker. Then grabbing a hoodie and the bag, raced back to the entrance.
Closing the door behind them, the figure raced down the hall, only slowing their pace when the reception area came into view.
"Checking out?" the receptionist asked in a surprised tone. "You still have it for a fortnight are you sure you don't want to stay? There's no refunds."
Shaking their head the figure handed over their credit card and the receptionist scanned it.
Advising about the hoodies, parkers and scarves, the receptionist replied:
"It'll all be taken care of, we have your address on file. Oh, don't worry," he added seeing the look on the figure's face. "Everything is kept confidential."
Nodding at that the figure took back their card and almost flew out of Floral Shore dropping a photo on their way.
On it was a picture of Andy and B in B's car talking, Andy looking shocked.
The receptionist raced over to grab the photo and call out to the figure. But by then, the figure…was gone.
"*"
So an action packed chapter with answers and clues, hope you all enjoyed it! What did you think of B's explanation about his relationship with Micah? And what about him advising that not everything Linds said was correct? Did you like the Carmita scene? Can you believe Rein and Emmett are now working for her? What about T.E's letter to Jay, not exactly a love letter was it? What about his discovery of Rick's parole and for that matter what did you think of Maya? Did you think Andy would get more out of Dr. Stappord? What about T.E's text about Dr Stappord and Jay? So, Andy discovered T.E's lair! Any surprises? Anything you think could be a clue? So B revealed that he never threw Micah off the top tier section and that it was Sam! What did you think about that new info? And what about Carmita's limo driver being involved? Were you surprised at Andy and Jay's fight? What about the slap? Where do you think T.E. has gone now that they know someone's been in their lair?
Next time on Love Hurts.
(Andy): "It is a resort. But T.E. definitely had a meeting there, look at this!"
When love comes together…
(Lindsay): "What does the cow say Gus?"
(Gus): "Mooooo."
What had Mel rather concerned?
(Daniel): "Ms Marcus, my name is Daniel and I'm calling from CC Banks and Holdings."
(Mel): "I just need to check on something." "Linds? Lindsay?!"
(Linds): "I'm busy."
What has Andy found?
(Andy, looking at pictures): "Who's Martha McDowell?" "Do you know her?"
(Lauren): "No! But I will after today!"
And when Mel finally confronts Debbie…
(Mel): "Sorry I'm late."
(Debbie): "I didn't even realize."
What they find out is…
(Mel): "I went to her house and…"
Something quite ominous!
(Mel) "…I don't remember!"
But it's all leading up to something…
(Mel): "Linds and I are in the cone of silence."
(Andy): "So that's why she's not here."
Something so shocking…
(Mel): "Oh and get this!"
No one saw it coming…
(Andy): "He did?!"
BEAT-BEAT-BEAT-BEAT-BEAT..…WHAT-SHOCKING-EVENT-JUST-HAPPENED?
All New Love Hurts Next Monday!